Page 31 of Midnight Salvation

Was that a vibrator?

I eyed the plastic device as he strode back to me. “I want you to keep this inside no matter what.” He gave me his sternest glare. “Understand?”

Instead of answering, I pursed my lips together and glanced away. Ash lifted one of my legs and inserted it into me. He tucked the wire and controls into the top of my suspender belt.

“I guess at least it won’t get lost inside me since it has a cord on the end.” I was being grumpy, but I wanted my husband’s cock, not a plastic toy in me.

Ash took a step back and folded his arms across his chest. “There’s a speculum over there if we need it.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What would anyone need a—” I cut off and shook my head. “Never mind, I don’t need to know.”

The corners of his mouth tipped up in a wicked grin that set my pulse racing. “This place caters to all levels of users. Some enjoy the lighter end of the scale with some spanking and maybe a little whipping. There are hardcore users that enjoy bloodletting and doctor role play. That requires more specialist equipment.”

“We’ll stay to the lighter end of the scale,” I said and was rewarded with a wider grin.

“Want a dildo up your ass as well?”

“No, thank you. My ass is perfectly happy the way she is at the moment.”

His laugh washed over me. I was a prude in the middle of a sex club with a husband who’d probably had several dildos up his ass over the years. I pouted and tried not to let him see how truly terrified I was of all the instruments in that cupboard.

He grasped my chin, forcing my head up so that he could stare into my eyes. “How did I end up with such an innocent wife?” Ash demanded.

That one I could answer. “You licked me and claimed me.”

Ash pressed his forehead to mine. “I guess I did.” He tilted my head back again. “You ready for the rest of your night here?”

“Hmmm.”

His thumb flicked the vibrator into life and my internal muscles clamped around it. It pulsed a rhythmic beat. “Stay with me, Angel.”

Ash retrieved a small bottle from the cupboard, rubbing it into his hands. He massaged me from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes until I could barely breathe. He found erogenous zones that I never knew existed. He kissed down every vertebra in my spine as he massaged my shoulders and back, his strong thumbs digging deep into the knots he found. Ash paid particular attention to my ass, his teeth biting in and making me jump at the unexpected teasing. Every time I began to pant as that thing between my legs increased its tribal beat to a crescendo, Ash paused it and left me hanging. Literally.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I muttered, a mutiny brewing deep in my chest at my constant denial of pleasure.

His lips stopped me talking. I loved that his way of ending an argument was to plug my mouth with his. My husband should have a health warning stamped on his ass because he was making my temperature spike and my pulse race. His ministrations were causing palpitations and tingling in my limbs. Those symptoms definitely sounded like they belonged in a medical journal.

“Please, Ash, I can’t take any more.”

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and gently bit down. He bent and took one foot from its rest and strapped it into a leather restraint until my arms were at ten and two on the circular frame, and my feet at four and eight. The vibrator kicked into life and he stepped back to watch as I shattered from the inside in an orgasm that left me gasping and panting.

His eyes bored into the depths of my soul like a conductor watching every neuron and muscle as they played the music of his symphony. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. Instead, I whimpered and released muffled groans. That little piece of plastic was the work of the devil and used by demons to torment the innocent.

Ash slowly removed his jacket and folded it over the chair. His tie followed it. There was no way I could have sex after this, my ovaries tried to shrink back at the thought of any more orgasms. I was over my quota for the night. Ash toed off his shoes as I screamed my next release, my vagina muscles pulsing to the beat of the infernal device in an attempt to dispel it. One button at a time, I tried not to notice the muscled chest of Ash revealing itself to me. Damn him and his abs of steel. He put his shirt over the chair, his hands landing on his belt.

“There is no way I can have any more sex tonight,” I gasped before he brought his cockasaurus out and my lady bits lost rational thought and decided to cooperate.

His grin and the way he shook his head said he didn’t believe me.

My mouth opened and my legs quivered as the vibrations started to build again. I was never going to be able to walk tomorrow. I would have to crawl around on my hands and knees while my vagina struggled to stop trying to eat my panties.

Fuck.

I tried to look away, but I was a sucker for his cock that bobbed out and targeted me with a one-eyed glare. I was still in my lacy bra and panties, but Ash was unashamedly naked, and I wanted to lick every well-defined muscle on his body. He strode toward me dressed in only his mask.

I gasped as he tugged the cord and pulled the vibrator from my quivering core. It bounced across the ground, the tip rotating around. Someone needed to get a baseball bat and kill the little fucker. I was so intent on watching it move across the floor, I was completely unprepared for Ash thrusting hard and deep into me.

My gaze flew to his and I was transfixed. His hands cupped my ass cheeks as he slowly pulled his engorged length from me. Another hard thrust and my mouth fell open. I was held impassive on this metal frame, and had no ability to try and influence the speed or position. Me being at his mercy turned me on more than all of the activities I witnessed earlier combined. All I could do was rest back in the restraints and allow Ash free reign over my body and reactions.

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